You have a past with Agatha, one as old as your age. Your roads often met, but she left you behind more than once. Now, once again, your paths cross, but this time, it is intentional.
It started as a one-shot on my Tumblr account (mr-ys-phantasma)...
Everyone started to look around, but there was no sign of Agatha anywhere as if she had just disappeared into thin air.
Now, if Agatha had her powers, this could have been possible. You had seen it happen. However, at this moment, your lover was magicless.
Which meant that something else took place or caused it.
Immediately, you felt your stomach turn the wrong way as worse-case scenarios flooded your mind, worry over Agatha and her well-being squeezing your heart with the intention to drain every single drop of blood left inside.
"Everyone, find light. Now, " the order was given, and the coven started to search the room, each looking for someone to use for temporary light.
You were the only one who did not, for all you had to do was turn your palm to face the ceiling and concentrate. Your magic came to life, a white ball of swirling energy and magic floating a little bit above your palm.
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Its bright light offered enough illumination, and you wasted time looking around, trying to turn fast to any shadow caught by the edge of your eyes, only to end up being far slower and meeting nothing but plain air.
Suddenly, you all caught sight of her as she took an unnatural pose. Your eyes opened wide, and you could not help but stare at the possessed face of your lover, skin a milky white and eyes holding nothing but pure insanity.
"She's faking it," Jen argued, but you disagreed strongly with her this time.
You weren't the only one, though
"Look at her face!" Alice shouted as the possessed Agatha started to move fast, away from all of you.
The odd noises she made, the sickening look and the fact that she was no longer in control of her body upset you.
For all you knew, Agatha could be in pain right now or trying to fight back against whatever had possessed her. Your worry, coupled with anger at the spirit that dared to do this to her, your temper flaring rather fast, causing the bright ball of white magic to glow even stronger.
A hand was placed above your free one; fingers silently wrapped around your wrist to ensure you would not lose control.
Rio, the hand's owner, moved to stand by your side. "Sweetheart, you okay?"
You looked at her. "Ags, are you with us?"
Suddenly, Agatha bent her back and started to crawl on all fours in a scene that reminded you too much of the exorcist horror movies you had happened to see once merely to satisfy your curiosity.
"Oh, my gosh!" Teen exclaimed, taking a few steps back in worry.
Everyone watched, trying their best to figure out where Agatha was going, but despite the unnatural position of her body, the possessed witch was relatively fast.
